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"You came."
I look at the girl and say nothing, waiting to see what she has planned.
"You have an iPhone 6s. It's grey."
"What?"
"I mean," she smiles. "You said you don't have a phone, but you do. It's in your right pocket." her eyes drift down and her finger points to it.
"Um."
"I'm not a stalker, I promise."
"Okay."
"I just observed you a little."
"Why?" I raise a brow, finding her behaviour oddly suspicious. Isn't that basically stalking?
"You're interesting. Very."
Ah, she finds me attractive. Is that what she means?
How?
How can one find someone like me attractive? My mind has been wondering that for so long now.
My nose is too sharp and it looks ugly when I smile, which rarely happens anyway. My eyes are brown, the same as my hair, which is common so it's nothing special.
There's nothing special about me in general.
"I think your lips are a bit pale, though. Need a little more pigment?" The Unknown Red Haired Girl smirks, pouting her cherry-tinted lips a little.
"Pardon me?"
"You're handsome, Minho."
"What are you looking for?" I take a step back when she comes forward.
"A stunning man. Think I found him."
"I'll say it now, I'm not interested."
"Oh, come on. Aren't I pretty?"
"It's not about that."
It's the fact that she already disgusts me. Why is she still trying after I said no? No means no, forever.
"We can start off as friends."
"I don't need." I sigh and turn around, getting ready to go back inside.
"Look," she places a hand around my forearm and I shake it off, wincing. "We don't know each other, but we can. You really do seem nice to me."
"Are you saying you want to be my friend?"
"Yes, for now."
I give her a nasty look and walk away without caring at all. I don't care what her name is, what her age is or even who she is.
Thankfully, the woman doesn't follow me. She remains outside in the slightly cold weather, probably filled with disappointment.
It's not my problem, though, I think as I enter through the back door.
